Wreck This Journal: Make Your Mark

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With spring in the air and a new garden blooming on my patio, bright colors and flowers seem to always be on my mind these days.  All the fresh air is also bringing out my inner child, who simply cannot wait to play, (hence my rather whimsical post, Hop and Seek).  Naturally, the inspiration of spring has found its way to the pages of Wreck This Journal.  When I came across a page that instructed me to make handprints or fingerprints, I pulled out my brightest markers and started coloring the tips of my fingers.

Instead of making a random Pollack-like smattering of prints, I decided to “draw” a little picture with only my fingers and thumbs.  As a child, I remember entertaining myself by inking up my fingers with magic markers and making prints all over construction paper.  For some reason, I was fascinated by how I had a built in stamping system on my little hands.  As an adult, I’m no less mesmerized.

My fingers danced across the page, pressing prints one oval at a time until I got a few flowers with a sun-filled sky in the background and a patch of green grass.

Fingerprints Galore!

While the page itself had a pretty clean outcome, the space around my journal was a disaster!  I left prints in places I never intended and my fingers were stained for days, (nails, too).  At the same time, I enjoyed walking around with what I call “artist hands.”  When there’s color left behind from ink or paint it means I’ve been creative and I’m bold enough to wear it proudly.  Art is meant to be seen and so is the creative soul.

From this standpoint, I’m proud to be an adult who isn’t afraid to play every once in a while.  I’ll leave my mark with words, photographs, art journals, and a slew of other creative creative pursuits, but I’m also ready to dabble in coloring books and fingerprint art.

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c.b. 2012

Treasure Stones

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More than 20 years have passed, but I can still hear the waves lapping on the shoreline, while a canopy of leaves rustles overhead.  It’s summer in Northern Wisconsin, and I am just a little girl basking in the oblivion of 85 degrees.  Cool lake water swirls around my feet and smooth sand curls around my toes.  Up and down the shore I go, searching the shallow waters for the perfect stone to add to my collection.  The blue and green ones are pretty, but just won’t do.  Red, black, and brown rocks are beautiful, too, but I’m looking for something else. White stones are different from the others and always sparkle when a speck of sun peeks through the trees.  I can’t resist the urge to pick them up and put them in my pocket.

White Stones from my favorite places. Top two: Big Portage Lake, Wisconsin. Bottom Left: Thames shoreline, London. Bottom Right: Vltava River, Prague. c.b.w. 2012

As a child I didn’t understand why I was so drawn to white stones, but after having some time to think, I believe the beauty of white stones wasn’t about how they sparkled, but rather the lessons they had to teach. For a kid who never fit in anywhere and always felt out of place, my treasure stones told me it was okay to be different.  If anything, I should dare to be myself and revel in my individuality.  I don’t match my surroundings and I never will, just like white stones lying in the sand.  Do they wallow in the dirt and wish they were something else?  No.  They always find the bright side and boldly stick out from the rest.

To this day, I keep my stones close and stay true to their wisdom.  As I travel around the world and through life, I still pick up little white rocks.  From London, Prague, Ireland, and wherever I land next, my eye will keep searching for the next treasure stone. I am older and wiser, but I am always listening for the next bit of truth.

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c.b. 2012

Wreck This Journal: Back To Nature

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As a child, I spent a lot of time wandering through the Northwoods of Wisconsin picking up leaves, sticks, acorns, rocks, and anything else I could find to add to my little collection.  Nature has always fascinated me from the largest trees to the smallest pebbles.  So, when Wreck This Journal gave directions to “press leaves and other found things,” I was ecstatic!

From the woods of Northern Wisconsin and the beaches of South Carolina

To complete this page, I went straight to my craft closet where, I have a drawer dedicated to “naturals” that has everything from rocks, pressed leaves, twigs and a slew of other things I’ve picked up over the years.

I paid homage to the Northwoods by representing Oak, Maple, Birch, and Popple trees with a pressed leaf for each.  Seeing as red maple leaves are my favorite, I made sure to include one on my page.  I ironed the leaves in between two sheets of wax paper to keep them safe, but to also relive a favorite childhood memory of making leaf “sun catchers” with the same technique.  I pasted it to the page and then set about adding a few more pieces of nature.  I glued some birch bark along the upper left corner and then attached a bag of  little keepsakes from a place other than the woods. The seashells and shark tooth are from the beaches of South Carolina, which always make me think of time I spent with my Dad.  He’s the one who taught me how to find shark teeth in the sand and that’s always been one of my favorite memories of him.

Once again, Wreck This Journal has conjured wonderful memories and returned me to a frame of mind where leaves rustle, trees sway, and waves crash against the shore.  Perhaps, I am drawn to natural beauty because it anchors me to the things that matter most.

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c.b. 2012